The Scotts

Scotland's funniest family have brand new issues to deal with. Henry does his best to throw himself into Laura’s new adventures. Vincent dispenses 'short guy' dating advice to Jason. Collette tries to grab Scotland’s attention by singing in the streets.

Vonny invites a VIP to her posh soirée and attempts to make a good impression by keeping the family well away. Colette feels she might have Fomo as Darren takes their baby daughter to all the classes and birthday parties. The heat sizzles in the kitchen when Henry and Vincent work a chef shift at Laura’s cafe. Ultimately, a very special guest star DJ pulls together all the bits and pieces as the party goes on long into the night.

Vincent rescues all sorts of junk from his mum’s loft. Cue a family unboxing. The biggest surprise of the lot is the discovery of a long-lost crematorium urn. The siblings bicker over what to do with the remains. Meanwhile Vonny organises a pampering session for the sisterhood and an emboldened Darren decides to pop the question. Surely it’s an offer Colette can’t refuse.

Jason’s moving out, Erin’s got a new car and everything’s happening too fast for their dad. So Henry persuades Laura to help him stake out his son’s new place. Vincent embarks on yet another reinvention - this time as a fitness king. Colette goes on the warpath, confronting anyone who dares suggest she’s a baddie.

Laura is thrilled to be throwing a murder mystery party. Everyone in the family embraces role play - Jason’s a butler, Vonny’s a maid and Darren’s a genius. Before too long, the secrets pour out, and this night of enjoyable escapism has everybody at each other’s throats.

Colette organises a gala charity do, with the star turn on lead vocals being Colette herself. Vonny has a big decision to make and dances around the issue of taking a new job in a new place many miles away from her husband Vincent. Henry’s trying out new things for Laura, including wearing a velvet jacket and taking to the dance floor. And Darren’s dream of officially becoming a Scott might just come true